Upon this thresh-hold of disaster The birth of the eleventh plague The fires burn at night,I begin to doubt -The Smell of flesh-will ever fade away
The touch of Death is all around us A thousand corpses block our way A man-made germ makes almost everyone- commit suicide Just to rise and eat their dead Night of the Living Dead
We're hunting humans We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
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It's killing time everyday
I can't control this eerie feeling An evil screaming in my ear I don't think I'll last the night, there is no cure for this genocide Or ressurection of the dead Night of the Living Dead....